Word: lord
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...eloquence, undoubtedly would have had very little to say had we contacted him about this document, so we did not. It is to be assumed that he will make certain revisions to this text before today's ceremony, but other portions--"Our Father, who art in heaven..." "Dear Lord..." "Praise unto Him..." and "Let's here it for the Gipper!"--will surely remain...
...week's end, Helen Ondich, a 30-year member of Trinity, who avoided services during the dispute, said, "Praise the Lord, it's over." But it is not. The activists plan new protests, defiance of the courts and, says one, "tougher" tactics. Ondich will also need a new place to worship. Bishop May has shut down Trinity "for an indefinite period" until the turmoil is over...
...poised for a back flip. An exception is Gerel Hilding, whose Tybalt has genuine authority. Perhaps unwittingly, Stuttgart Choreologist Georgette Tsinguirides, who set the ballet on the Joffrey, made the Montagues the good guys and the Capulets the swine: for instance, at the end of the first-act ball, Lord Capulet's decision to spare the gate-crashing Romeo from Tybalt's outrage is scarcely indicated. As Juliet and her Romeo, Patricia Miller and James Canfield both lack spirit and flair, but let the music carry them along...
...Arnold honeymooned, no one seems to know. In fact nothing in the Dover town records or in the town history books mentions Arnold or his famous poem. If the Arnolds stopped at the grandest of the town's hotels in 1851, it would have been the Lord Warden, a square, elegant, four- story structure where Dickens gave readings and Napoleon III stayed the night. In those days one would not simply hop a train after a ship ride, but would plan to spend some restful time in Dover before proceeding inland...
...former Lord Warden Hotel now houses the customs and excise offices. From a window on the top floor, it is still possible to hear "the grating roar of pebbles" that Arnold heard on the beach at night. A recent morning was very still. The steel-and-concrete docks jutted out into the harbor; a hovercraft bobbed passively on the water; passengers moved single file from a ferry to a train that soon started up, shrieked metal on metal and moved on. The sea continually changed color and direction, the sun laying a slice of silver on the horizon, which faded...